Denial: A Chansaw Story

A One Night Stand and An Awkward Day (3)

Veronica woke up naked. What— she also woke up with arms around her. What the hell happened last night? Some guy got her drunk, and... That was the only thing that could have happened. She wasn't the type to be dominant, nor TRY to have sex.

Well who's the lucky guy? She thought and sat up. Holy shit. It wasn't a guy. No, it wasn't even a normal girl— it was Heather Chandler. Holy— no. Heather wasn't gay, nor would she come onto someone like Veronica. Did, did Veronica seduce Heather?

"I have to get out of here." She whispered to herself and lifted Heathers hands off of her. Then, she tip toed around the room, looking for her bra or underwear. Chandler sat up a groaned quietly, a little cute. Her eyes followed the short naked girl dancing around looking for her undergarments. She nearly laughed but then got anchored to reality.

Veronica Sawyer was naked in her room, holy— she needed to get her OUT. Why the hell was she, she needs to leave. But Heather wouldn't let her go naked, she's not completely heartless. Still even then, she had no idea where Veronica's clothes were. In order for her to leave as fast as possible, Veronica needed clothes, so she'll just lend her some.

"Take some of mine." Heather rubbed her eyes to avoid eye contact and pointed to the closet.

"Are you—"

"Just, get dressed and leave fuckin' homo." Veronica smirked at that.

"Alright miss hands on my body in the morning." She wisecracked and ran to the closet, still naked.

A little bit of time passed and Veronica was fully dressed in almost all red. That's was most of Heather's wardrobe, so it was inevitable. Someone would suspect something.

"Do I have anything that's black?"

"Nope. All red, genius."

"Oh fuck off." It seemed Veronica would be wearing red that day. Not that it was a problem.

—

"Don't talk to me." Chandler stared forward.

"Didn't plan to." Chandlers head snapped to Veronica,

"Don't get comfortable with me either." She growled, making Veronica's head click a little bit. But still, she continued,

"You aren't hanging out with the Heathers, as long as we are still aware of what happened. Got it? I'm not gay, and I didn't sleep with you. I felt nothing during whatever happened." Her tone had a sharp bite to it. And Veronica was a bit hurt by that last part. Well I got to sleep with her still, so score. She sassed in her head.

"Okay then. Don't let people catch me in this." She giggles but Heather was still in a mood,

"Don't tell me what to do." It was around time to go to school and Heather hopped into her car, dragging Veronica in. There were several parked cars in the lot as they approached, Duke's Jeep was one of them.

She's wearing red now too? What is happening? Duke thought in her head when she saw the matching girls. No one besides Chandler wore red with them.

"So now what? Are you gonna crucify me?" Veronica was partly still upset from Chandler claiming she felt nothing. When she was moaning my name she didn't say that. Her snarky remarks in her head were something she was proud of despite no one hearing her.

"You know I could. But I'll blackmail you. Everyone will believe my word over yours and you know that, shithead." Chandler turned and strutted away, leaving a gulping Veronica.

"Well fuck. I guess she's not gay." Veronica cursed to herself.

Damn for a virgin that girl was pretty good. Chandler thought back not knowing she'd just submitted to being sexually attracted to a girl. No, she's not gay. A queen can't be gay, not in this school.

"So what's the deal with Veronica wearing red? Hm?" Duke interrupted Chandlers head. An intense look was on both of them.

"Nothing, she stayed the night after the party, I didn't want her mom on us. And she didn't have any clothes, the ones from the party were disgusting." It seemed like a calm explanation but Chandler was rushing it, like she was getting defensive.

"Uh huh okay, sure."

"Shut the fuck up Heather." That was one of the rudest Shut up Heathers she'd given, she was clearly in a bad mood.

"Sor-"

"Don't even, I'm taking the day off." And she turned on a friend once again, strutting off back to her car. What got her panties in a twist? The fear of being know as a dyke at Westerburg? The thought of her feelings? Did she have feelings? How did she feel about Veronica? She was meant to hate her now right? That's how society worked.

Chandlers head was on her steering wheel, she was sitting in her car with no thought in her head any more. She could crucify Veronica, but it didn't feel right. It didn't have an underlying sense of satisfaction. Why? Why was Veronica so difficult?!

"Fuck." She muttered. Time to go home.

—

Veronica was hurt more than she thought at the fact Chandler didn't feel anything. An inner conflict was there, she just didn't know it.

"Hey Martha?" She dialed Martha's number in the home phone.

"Yeah?"

"Can we have a movie night tonight?"

"Really?!" Martha hadn't had a movie night with Veronica for three weeks. The first time it was when Veronica was with the Heathers. The second time was at the Homecoming party, where Martha was humiliated because no one was there to help her at the piñata party. That was the same night Veronica got it on with Heather, Chandler. And most recently, she just didn't answer the phone.

"Yeah, your choice." Veronica let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Yay! Okay, I'll call you at 6."

"Okay, see you." The click of the phone signaled the end of the call.

Veronica's feet were kicking in the air as she stared blankly at the ceiling. She wondered what Heather was doing— no. She shouldn't think about that. It was just a one night stand that meant nothing. Veronica was drunk during it anyway! Why was she so consistent about this? It's not like Heather hasn't had sex or something.

Maybe she could call her? Try to work something out... Well fuck it Heather already hates her what's the point of sitting around?

The phone rang 4 times before she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Veronica." Beep! She hung up immediately, shit. Being persistent is key. Veronica called her non stop until Heather finally answered again.

"What the fuck do you want?" She hissed.

"Listen, mythic bitch," she began, Heather stood silent because no one ever insulted her. "I'm sorry for the other night but if you continue to act like this, I know a kid who has a way with words. I'll ruin you." She stood even more silently if that were possible because no one ever threatened Heather either.

"Oh? And who might this kid be?" Heather challenged.

"Jason Dean, met him a while back, he's literally insane."

"Tch! Fine." And she hung up.

That was the exact opposite of what Veronica wanted. Their relationship is built upon blackmails and threatens. (That's not what I wanted! It's the only way to get what you want, Veronica.) She talked to herself. Not only did she blackmail, but she brought in a friend she'd made back at the seven eleven into this.

It was also the exact opposite of what Heather wanted. All Heather wanted was for time to heal the wound and then she could be booming again. But her little recruit she was oddly enticed to was now threatening her. It was kind of hot- well no. Heather refused to accept the truth and that she was attracted to the brunette.

Both were stuck. Where to go?